Published: November 13th 2021, 9:12:40 am
Note: a little idea based on conversations in the telegram chat. Thanks Toby n J! That was quite a fun little conversation you two had ;-). Better watch out or it might just come true for you, kiddo!
“Don’t worry, he’s just a little fussy cause he's getting left out of the big boy fun,” says your babysitter to his date, as he lays you on your back on the living room floor and pulls down your pajama pants. “His daddy is out at a king party... probably getting laid right now…”
You whine as he untapes your diaper, your cage twitching as you think of all the sex you’re not having now that your boyfriend has demoted you to diapers.
“Wow, he lives like this?”
“24/7,” says your babysitter reaching into his pocket and pulling out a thin silver key. He slips it into the barrel lock at the top of your cage and just like that it’s off, and he’s wiping you down, nice and clean.
“Would you be a dear and pass the baby lotion?”
“Uh, sure,” says your babysitter's date, looking bemused.
"Thanks," says your babysitter, taking the bottle and squirting out a healthy amount onto his hand. Before you know what's happening, he's gripping your sensitive little wiggle worm, the lotion lubricating his hand as it slides up and down your dicklet at a rapid pace. You gasp at the sensation,and tense up. It feels so intense when this happens.
"Aww, he's still not used to this. Shh, baby. Calm down. Breathe and let it happen..."
You're unaccustomed to the sensation since you're always locked up now, and the few times you do get to feel it, it's unexpected, just another routine performed on some sort of schedule that you don't understand. The way he continues chatting as he beats you off tells you that's all this is. Scheduled maintenance.
"As soon as I put this little guy to bed, we can have our own fun. Yeah, don't worry about it; his daddy said it's fine."
You want to protest that you're not little and that you don't need to go to bed this early, but you wouldn't want this wonderful feeling to stop. You just wish it wasn't in front of these two - it's so embarrassing! But it can't be helped; cummies are out of your control. You screw your eyes shut as he continues.
"Gosh, he's really holding out today. When his daddy showed me and his other friends how he does it, this lil' dude squirted, like, right away..."
"Oh, you two are friends?"
"Were friends," corrects your babysitter. "He's too little to be any fun as a friend now. Always in his playpen or his crib. He doesn't walk or talk. He only gets to watch baby shows so there's not much for us to talk about anyway."
That's not your fault, you want to protest. That's all Daddy's doing! You could be big again if he just gave you a chance, but he's taken complete control of your life and you're stuck like this until he finally calms down and lets you have your adult privileges back. He's got to calm down soon, right? You shudder and groan as you feel your orgasm approaching.
"Therrre we go," says your babysitter. "Looks like he's almost done. And... there's a good baby." He holds your dicklet down so it spurts into the diaper while you grunt and squeeze your ankles to your thighs, your hands into fists. Spurting, squirting, right into your diaper where your stickies always go. And even as you feel all that cum spurting out of you, it doesn't really give you that satisfaction you crave. It feels more like peeing, really. Your body emptying something out that needs to be emptied. The babysitter quickly squeezes out the last drops, shakes, and wipes off your winky.
"There we go, all done making pee pees. Oh, hon, could you grab me another diaper for the baby from over there?" he points toward the diaper bag sitting open by your playpen and his date goes over to grab one. What a trooper. Soon, your used diaper is balled up and a new one is being slid under your bum. "Next time we might have to use the buzzy wand. He barely even got hard this time."
"How did this even happen?" asks your babysitter's date, handing over the thick square of padding as your babysitter finishes locking your cage back in place. "Is it permanent?"
"Oh, this little one just got in trouble one too many times is all, so Daddy had to take matters into his own hands. No more second chances, either. He was quite the little rabble-rouser before." You're now being scented with the unmistakable scent of baby powder.
"Oh really? That sounds pretty embarrassing for him..."
"Oh, I'm sure it was," says Your babysitter, pulling up the front of your diaper. "But everyone agrees with his Daddy; it's really for the best. And, I mean, come on. Look at him. Would you let this little cutie grow up?" His date blushes as you lay there on the floor, getting taped into annother oversized baby diaper.
"Well, it's kind of weird to say, but... he's kinda cute like this."
"Oh, yeah. Much cuter this way. And after he makes sticky pee-pees, he gets even more adorable because he's super easy to regress.
Oh no. Not this! Not-
"It's time to be little, little one. Time to be little."
Suddenly everything gets brighter as your pupils dilate. Your thoughts lose comprehensibility and the words that the two men are saying lose their meaning. You coo and smile as you are picked up and carried to your crib and given a bottle of milk to drink.
"Good baby. Good baby..."
That should last you a good long while. The two of them dim the lights and quietly shut the nursery door, ready to have some naughty fun on the couch. Your babysitter's words are cut off as the door closes.
"Poor little guy is just a little fussy until he gets adjusted to his new life..."